Sunday, January 23, 2005

Seeing or Being Me

The hardest part about being me
Is standing here able to see
Exactly what I want
But I just can’t reach.
It isn’t something I can work for and get
It is something I can’t forget
Staring me down almost mocking me
Dead in my tracks stopping me
Thinking things, puddles of thought
No easel but paint on my smock
No picture to speak of, no art
A clear pallet, I shall finally depart
Wearily be smart
And separate, disconnect
Until I can make a new start

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